Fashionably Flawed Quotes

“Again, I beg to differ with your opinion. I’d hardly call the lives of the immortals quiet. And why is it that God can write a fucking book and I can’t?” I shot back, leaning back in my chair and waiting for her to play favorites in favor of my brother—again. My mother was the only one in the Universe that could get away with calling me a little shit and live to speak of it. The only reason I let it go was because I’d heard her call God the same thing. I knew the bastard phoned her on a regular basis. It chafed my ass that my brother had racked up more brownie points with our certifiable matriarch than I had. God was the ultimate kiss ass and I was the ultimate bad boy. “God didn’t write a tell all,” Mother Nature said, confused. “Lucifer’s referring to the bible,” my father explained, fondly patting her bottom. “Oh for the love of everything good, evil, and somewhere in between,” my mother groused and stamped her tiny Jimmy Choo clad foot causing a small tremble in Hell. “God wrote a history book.” “And I did as well,” I said, defending my life story. “At least my book wasn’t passed down by word of mouth for hundreds of years and then written in a dead language only to be translated innumerable times and interpreted by halfwits. Mine is straight from the guilty bastard’s mouth.” “Little harsh on your brother there—not to mention yourself,” Bill muttered. “Yes, well the truth hurts,” I informed him, doing my best imitation of my mother’s raised brow. “This is why lies are so much more fun.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“or in some beliefs the omniscience, omnipresence and omnipotence.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“The power of three… the Creator, Redeemer and the Sustainer…”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Where did you buy your ego? Or was it given free and you overdosed?”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Honestly, if I wanted to die I’d simply climb your ego and jump to your IQ,”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Save your breath, big boy. You’ll need it to blow up your latex date later.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“view, I’m not sure I can wedge my head that far up my ass.” Holy Hell, she was outstandingly rude, but I was better. “My, my… a thought crossed your mind? Must have been a long and lonely journey.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“While I’d really like to see your point of”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“stronger. A fire… that could restore your soul.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“There’s fire in the darkness, Lucifer. A fire that will weaken you, yet make you”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Fate, always awful to see you,” I said, placing Elle behind me and stepping out in front of my people. “What brings you to the happiest fucking place on Earth?”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“You like the Siren.” “I do not like the Siren.” “Yes, you do.” “No, I don’t.” “Do.” “Don’t. Enough,” I shouted, causing the monkeys to scatter in alarm. “I don’t even know her.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“We were in Mother Nature’s palace although we may as well have been in her gardens. It was impossible to tell the difference as trees and flowering vines covered every available inch of real estate.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“hundreds of years and then written in a dead language only to be translated innumerable times and interpreted by halfwits. Mine is straight from the guilty bastard’s mouth.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“At least my book wasn’t passed down by word of mouth for”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“It made it far easier to get away with all sorts of unsavory things if one was pretty.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Save your breath, big boy. You’ll need it to blow up your latex date later.” Point to the mousey old woman. I’d have to use that one.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Honestly, if I wanted to die I’d simply climb your ego and jump to your IQ,” she said in a fabulously bored tone and then went back to her work.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Where did you buy your ego? Or was it given free and you overdosed?” Elle inquired as she stopped and looked me up and down. Her heat was addictive.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“did you buy your ego? Or was it given free and you overdosed?” Elle inquired as she stopped and looked me up and down. Her heat was addictive.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“What language are you speaking?” I asked, seating myself on the leather chair she’d placed in front of the black backdrop. “Because it sounds distinctly like bullshit to me.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“Fate wasn’t going to know what hit her. She might be the premiere bitch, but I was the original bastard.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“The power of three… the Creator, Redeemer and the Sustainer… or in some beliefs the omniscience, omnipresence and omnipotence.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“While I’d really like to see your point of view, I’m not sure I can wedge my head that far up my ass.” Holy Hell, she was outstandingly rude, but I was better. “My, my… a thought crossed your mind? Must have been a long and lonely journey.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed

“There’s fire in the darkness, Lucifer. A fire that will weaken you, yet make you stronger. A fire… that could restore your soul.” “Stop talking nonsense, old woman,” I roared as the building trembled in reaction to my ire.”
― Robyn Peterman, Fashionably Flawed